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A solemn sadness o'er the camp. A hedge That probity, that wisdom, which the teil
Of trembling spears on either hand is form'd. Of craft shall never blind, nor proffer'd wealtli,
Tears underneath his iron-pointed cone

Nor splendid pow'r seduce? O Xerxes, born The Sacian drops. The Caspian savage feels To more than mortal greatness, canst thou find His heart transpierc'd, and wonders at the pain. Through thy unbounded sway no dazzling gift, In Xerxes' presence are the bodies plac'd,

Which may allure Leonidas ? Dispel
Nor he forbids. His agitated breast

The cloud of sadness from those sacred eyes.
All night had weigh'd against his future hopes Great monarch, proffer to Laconia's cbief,
His present losses, his defeated ranks,

What may thy own magnificence declare,
By myriads thinn'd, their multitude abash'd, And win his friendship. O'er bis native Greece
His fleet thrice worsted, torn by storms, reduc'd Invest him sov'reign. Thus procure his sword
To half its number. When he slept, in dreams For thy succeeding conquests.” Xerxes here,
He saw the haggard dead, which foated round As from a trance awak'ning, swift replies.
Th' adjoining strands. Disasters new their ghosts “ Wise are thy dictates. Fly to Sparta's chief,
In sullen frowns, in shrill upbraidings bode. Argestes, fall before him. Bid hiin join
Thus, ere the gory bier approach'd his eyes, My arms, and reign o'er ev'ry Grecian state."
He in dejection had already lost

He scarce had finish'd, when in haste approach'd His kingly pride, the parent of disdain,

Artuchus. Startled at the ghastly stage And cold indifference to human woes.

Of death, that guardian of the Persian fair Not ev'n beside his sister's nobler corse

Thus in a groan.

“Thou deity malign, Her humble lover could awake his scorn.

O Arimanius, what a bitter draught
The captives told their piercing tale. He heard ; For my sad lips thy cruelty hath mix'd!
He felt awhile compassion. But ere long

Is this the flow'r of women, to my charge Those traces vanish'd from the tyrant's breast. So lately giv’n? Oh! princess, I have rang'd His former gloom redoubles. For himself

The whole Sperchean valley, woods, and caves, His anxious bosom heaves, oppress'd by fear In quest of thee, found here a lifeless corse. Lest he with all his splendour should be cast Astonishment and horrour lock my tongue." À prey to Fortune. Thoughtful near the throne Pride now, reviving in the monarch's breasts Laconia's exile waits, to whom the king.

Dispelled his black despondency awhile, “ O Demaratus, what will Fate ordain?

With gall more black effacing from his heart Lo! Fortune turns against me. What shall check Each merciful impression. Stern he spake. Her farther malice, when her daring stride

“ Remove her, satrap, to the female train. Invades my house with ravage, and profanes Let them the due solemnities perform. The blood of great Darius. I have sent

But never she, by Mithra's light I swear, From my unguarded side the chosen band,

Shall sleep in Susa with her kindred dust; My bravest chiefs, to pass the desert hill; Who by ignoble passions hath debas'd Have to the conduct of a Malian spy

The blood of Xerxes. Greece beheld her shame; My hopes entrusted. May not there the Greeks, Let Greece behold her tomb. The low-born slave In opposition more tremendons still,

Who dar'd to Xerxes' sister lift his hopes, More ruinous than yester Sun beheld,

On some bare crag expose.” The Spartan here. Maintain their post invincible, renew

“My royal patron, let me speak—and die, Their stony thunder in augmented rage,

If such thy will. This cold, disfigur'd clay And send whole quarries down the craggy steeps Was late thy soldier, gallantly who fought, Again to crush my army! Oh! unfold

Who nobly perish’d, long the dearest friend Thy secret thoughts, nor hide the harshest truth. Of Hyperanthes, hazarding his life Say, what remains to hope ?” The exile here. Now in thy cause. ('er Persians thou dost reign;

ii Too well, O monarch, do thy fears presage, None more, than Persians, venerate the brave." What may befall thy army. If the Greeks,

“Well hath he spoke," Atruchus firm subjoins Arrang'd within Thermopylæ, a pass

“ But if the king his rigour will inflict Accessible and practis'd, could repel

On this dead warrior-Heav'n o'erlook the deed, With such destruction their unnumber'd foes ; Nor on our heads accumulate fresh woes! What scenes of havoc may introdden paths, The shatter'd ficet, th’intimidated camp, Confin'd among the craggy hills, afford ?

The band select, through Eta's dang'rous wilds Lost in despair, the monarch silent sat.

At this dread crisis struggling, must obtain Not less unmam'd than Xerxes, from his place Support from Heav'n, or Asia's glory falls.” Uprose Argestes; but concealing fear,

Fell pride, recoiling at these awful words These artful words deliver'd. “If the king In Xerxes' frozen bosom, yields to fear, Propitious wills to spare his faithful bands, Resuming there the sway. He grants the corse Nor spread at large the terrours of his pow'r; To Demaratus. Forth Artuchus moves More gentle means of conquest than by arms, Behind the bier, uplifted by his train. Nor less secure, may artifice supply.

Argestes, parted from his master's side, Regown'd Darius, thy immortal sire,

Ascends a car; and, speeding o'er the beach, Bright in the spoil of kingdoms, long in vain Sees Artemisia. She the ashes pale The fields of proud Euphrates with his host

Of slaughter'd Carians, on the pure consum'd, O'erspread. At length, confiding in the wiles Was then collecting for the fun'ral vase Of Zopyrus, the mighty prince subdu'd

In exclamation thus. My subjects, lost The Babylonian ramparts. Who shall count On Earth, descend to happier clines belowThe thrones and states, by stratagem o'erturn'd ? The fawning, dastard counsellors, who left But if Corruption join her pow'rful aid,

Your worth deserted in the hour of need, Not one can stand. What race of men possess May kites disfigure, may the wolf devour

Shade of my husband, thou salute in smiles To summon all the Grecians. He obeys.
These gallant warriors, faithful once to thee, The king uprises from his seat, and bids
Nor less to me. They tidings will report

The Persian follow. He, amaz'd, attends,
Of Artemisia to revive thy love

Surrounded soon by each assembling band; May wretches like Argestes never clasp

When thus at length the godlike Spartan spake. Their wives, their offspring! Never greet their homes! “ Here, Persian, tell thy embassy. Repeat, May their unbury'd limbs dismiss their ghosts That to obtain my friendship Asia's prince To wail for ever on the banks of Styx !"

To me hath proffer'd sov'reignty o'er Greece. Then, turning tow'rd her son. “ Come, vir- Then view these bands, whose valour shall preserve tuous boy,

That Greece unconquer'd, which your king bestows; Let us transport these relics of our friends Shall strew your bodies on ber crimson'd plains : To yon tall bark, in pendent sable clad.

The indignation painted on their looks, They, if her keel be destin'd to return,

Their gen'rous scorn, may answer for their chief. Shall in paternal monuments repose.

Yet from Leonidas, thou wretch, inur'd let us embark. Till Xerxes shuts bis ear To vassalage and baseness, hear. The pomp, To false Argestes ; in her vessel hid,

The arts of pleasure in despotic courts
Shall Artemisia's gratitude lament

I spurn abhorrent. Iu a spotless heart
Her bounteous sov’reign's fate. Leander, mark. I look for pleasure. I from rigliteous deeds
The Doric virtues are not eastern plants.

Derive my splendour. No adoring crowd,
Them foster still within thy gen'rous breast,

No purpled slaves, no mercenary spears But keep in covert from the blaze of courts; My state embarrass. I in Sparta rule Where fatt'ry's guile in oily words profuse, By laws, my rulers, with a guard unknown In action tardy, o'er th' ingenuous tongue, To Xerxes,-public confidence and love. The arm of valour, and the faithful heart, No pale suspicion of th' empoison'd bowl, Will erer triumph. Yet my soul enjoys

Th' assassin's poniard, or provok'd revolt Her own presage, that Destiny reserves

Chase from my decent couch the peace, deny'd An hour for my revenge.” Concluding here, To his resplendent canopy. Thy king, She gains the fleet. Argestes sweeps along

Who hath profan'd by proffer'd bribes my ear, On rapid wheels from Artemisia's view,

Dares not to meet my arm. Thee, trembling slave, Like Night, protectress foul of heinous deeds, Whose embassy was treason, I despise, With treason, rape, and murder at her heel, And therefore spare.” Diomedon subjoins. Before the eye of Moro retreating swift

“ Our marble temples these barbarians waste, To hide her loathsome visage. Soon he reach'd

A crime less impious than a bare attempt Thermopylæ; descending from his car,

Of sacrilege on virtue. Grant my suit, Was led by Dithyrambus to the tent

Thou living temple, where the goddess dwells. Of Sparta's ruler. Since the fatal news

To me consign the caitiff. Soon the winds By Mycon late deliver'd, he apart

Shall parch his limbs on ta's tallest pine." With Polydorus had consulted long

Amidst his fury suddenly return'd On bigh attempts; and, now sequester’d, sat

The speed of Alpheus. All, suspended, fix'd To ruminate on vengeance. At his feet

On him their eyes impatient. He began. Prone fell the satrap, and began.

“ The will

“ I am return'd a messenger of ill.
Of Xerxes bends me prostrate to the earth Close to the passage, op'ning into Greece,
Before thy presence. Great and matchless chief, That post committed to the Phocian guard,
Thus says the lord of Asia.

* Join my arms;

O'erhangs a bushy cliff. A station there Thy recompense is Greece. Her fruitful plains, Behind the shrubs by dead of night I took, Her gen'rous steeds, her flocks, her num'rous towns, Though not in darkness. Purple was the face Her sons I render to thy sov'reign hand.'

Of Heav'n. Beneath my feet the valleys glow'd. And, O illustrious warrior, heed my words. A range immense of wood-invested hills, Think on the bliss of royalty, the pomp

The boundaries of Greece, were clad in flames; Of courts, their endless pleasures, trains of slaves, An act of froward chanoe, or crafty foes Who restless watch for thee, and thy delights: To cast dismay. The crackling pines I heard; Think on the glories of unrivall'd sway.

Their branches sparkled, and the thickets blaz'd, Look on th’ lonio, on th' Æolian Greeks.

In hillocks embers rose. Embody'd fire, From them their phantom liberty is flown ;

As from unnumber'd furnaces, I saw While in each province, rais’d by Xerxes' pow'r,

Mount high, through vacant trunks of headless Some favour'd chief presides; exalted state,

oaks, Ne'er giv'n by envions freedom. On his head Broad-bas'd, and dry with age. Barbarian helms, He bears the gorgeous diadem; he sees

Shields, javelins, sabres, gleaming from below, His equals once in adoration stoop

Full soon discover'd to my tortur'd sight Beneath his footstool. What superior beams The straits in Persia's pow'r. The Phocian chief, Will from thy temples blaze, when gen’ral Greece, Whate'er the cause, relinquishing his post, In noblest states abounding, calls thee lord, Was to a neighb'ring eminence remov’d; Thee only worthy. How will each rejoice There, by the foe neglected, or contemn'd, Around thy throne, and hail th' auspicious day,

Remain'd in arms, and neither fled, nor fought. When thou, distinguish'd by the Persian king, I stay'd for day-spring. Then the Persians mov'da Didst in thy sway consenting nations bless, To morrow's sun will see their pumbers here." Didst calm the fury of unsparing war,

He said no more. Unutterable fear Which else had delug'd all with blood and fames.” In horrid silence wraps the listning crowd, Leonidas replies not, but commands

Aghast, confounded. Silent are the chiefs, The Thespian youth, still watchful near the tent, Who fcel no terrour; yet in wonder fix'd,

Thick-wedg'd, enclose Leonidas around,

Thy gen'rous thoughts. Decided is thy choice Who thus in calmest elocution spake.

Come then, attendants on a godlike shade, "I now behold the oracle fulfill'd.

When to th' Elysian ancestry of Greece
Then art thou near, thou glorious, sacred hour, Descends her great protector, we will show
Which shalt my country's liberty secure.

To Harmatides an illustrious son,
Thrice hail! thou solemn period." Thee the tongues And no unworthy brother. We will link
Of virtue, fame, and freedom shall proclaim, Our shields together. We will press the ground,
Shall celebrate in ages yet unborn.

Still undivided in the arms of death,
Thou godlike offspring of a godlike sire,

So if th' attentive traveller we draw
To him my kindest greetings, Medon, bear. To our cold relics, wond'ring, shall he trace
Farewell, Megistias, holy friend and brave. The diff'rent scene, then pregnant with applause,
Thou too, experienc'd, venerable chief,

O wise old man,' exclaim, the hour of fate
Demophilus, farewell. Farewell to thee,

Well didst thou choose; and, O unequall'd youth, Invincible Diomedon, to thee,

Who for thy country didst thy bloom devote,
Unequallid Dithyrambus, and to all,

May'st thou remain for ever dear to fame!
Ye other dauntless warriors, who may claim May time rejoice to name thee! O'er thy urn
Praise from my lips, and friendship from my heart. May everlasting peace her pinion spread!."
You, after all the wonders which your swords This said, the hero with his lifted shield
Have here accomplish'd, will enrich your names His face o'ershades; he drops a secret tear:
By fresh renown. Your valuur must complete Not this a tear of anguish, but deriv'd
What ours begins. Here first th' astonish'd foe From fond affection, grown mature with time,
On dying Spartans shall with terrour gaze, Awak'd a manly tenderness alone,
And tremble, while he conquers. Then, by Fate Unmix'd with pity, or with vain regret.
Led from his dreadful victory to meet

A stream of duty, gratitude, and love,
United Greece in phalanx o'er the plain,

Flow'd from the heart of Harmatides' son, By_your avenging spears himself shall fall.” Addressing straight Leonidas, whose looks

Forth from the assembly strides Platæa's chief. Declar'd unspeakable applause. “O king “ By the twelve gods, enthron'd in Heav'n supreme; Of Lacedæmon, now distribute praise By my fair name, unsully'd yet, I swear,

From thy accustom'd justice, small to me, Thine eye, Leonidas, shall ne'er behold

To him a portion large. His guardian care, Diomedon forsake thee. First let strength

His kind instruction, his example train'd Desert my limbs, and fortitude my heart.

My infancy, my youth. From him I learn'd
Did I not face the Marathonian war?

To live, unspotted. Could I less, than learn
Have I not seen Thermopylæ? What more From him to die with honour.” Medon hears.
Can fame bestow, which I should wait to share ? Shook by a whirlwind of contending thoughts
Where can I, living, purchase brighter praise Strong heaves his manly bosom, under awe
Than dying here? What more illustrious tomb Of wise Melissa, torn by friendship, fir'd
Can I obtain than, bury'd in the heaps

By such example high. In dubious state
Of Persians, fall’n my victims, on this rock So rolls a vessel, when th' inflated waves
To lie distinguish'd by a thousand wounds ?” Her planks assail, and winds her canvass rendi
He ended; when Demophilus.

“O king

The rudder labours, and requires a hand
Of Lacedæmon, pride of human race,

Of firm, delib'rate skill. The gen'rous king
Whom none e'er equall'd but the seed of Jove, Perceives the hero's struggle, and prepares
Thy own forefather, number'd with the gods, To interpose relief; when instant came
Lo! I am old. With falt'ring steps I tread Dieneces before them. Short he spake.
The prone descent of years. My country claim'd “ Barbarian myriads through the secret pass
My youth, my ripeness. Feeble age but yields Have enter'd Greece. Leonidas, by morn
An empty name of service. What remains Expect them here. My slender force 1 spar'da
For me, unequal to the winged speed

There to have died was useless. We return
Of active hours, which court the swift and young? With thee to perish. Union of our strength
What eligible wish can wisdom form,

Will render more illustrious to ourselves, But to die well? Demophilus shall close

And to the foe more terrible our fall."
With thee, O hero, on this glorious Earth

Megistias last accosts Laconja's king.
His eve of life.” The youth of Thespia next “ Thou, whom the gods have chosen to exalt
Address'd Leonidas. “O first of Greeks,

Above mankind in virtue and renown,
Me too think worthy to attend thy fame

O call not me presumptuous, who implore With this most dear, this venerable man,

Among these heroes thy regardful ear. For ever honour'd from my tend'rest age,

To Lacedæmon I a stranger came, Ev'n till on life's extremity we part.

There found protection. There to honours rais'd, Nor too aspiring let my hopes be deem'd;

I have not yet the benefit repaid.
Should the barbarian in his triumph mark That now the gen'rous Spartans may behold
My youthful limbs among the gory heaps,

In me their large beneficence not vain,
Perhaps remembrance may unnerve his arm Here to their cause I consecrate my breath."
In future fields of contest with a race,

“ Not so, Megistias,” interpos'd the king. To whom the flow'r, the blooming joys of life, Tho! and thy son retire.” Again the seer. Are less alluring than a noble death.”

“ Forbid it, thou eternally ador'd, To him his second parent. “ Wilt thou bleed, O Jove, confirm my persevering soul! My Dithyrambus? But I here withhold

Nor let me these auspicious moments lose, All counsel from thee, who art wise as brave. When to my bounteous patrons I may show, I know thy magnanimity. I read

That I deserved their favour. Thou, my child,

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Dear Menalippus, heed the king's command, Their lissing sérpents. All the Greeks assent And my paternal tenderness revere.

In clamours, echoing through the concave rock. Thou from these ranks withdraw thee, to my use Porth Anaxander in th' assembly stood, Thy arms surrend'ring. Fortune will supply Which he address'd with indignation feign'd. New proofs of valour. Vanquish then, or find “ If yet your clamours, Grecians, are allay'd, A glorious grave; but spare thy father's eye Lo! I appear before you to demand, The bitter anguish to behold thy youth

Why these my brave companions, who alone Untimely bleed before him.” Grief suspends Among the Thebans through dissuading crowds His speech, and interchangeably their arms Their passage forc'd to join your camp, should bear Impart the last embraces. Either weeps,

The name of traitors? By an exil'd wretch The noary parent, and the blooming son.

We are traduc'd, by Demaratus, driv'n But from his temples the pontific wreath From Spartan confines, who hath meanly sought Megistias now unloosens. He resigns

Barbarian courts for shelter. Hath he drawn His hallow'd vestments; wbile the youth in tears Such virtues thence, that Sparta, who before The helmet o'er his parent's snowy locks,

Held him unworthy of his native svay, O'er his broad chest adjusts the radiant mail. Should trust him now, and doubt auxiliar friends ?

Dieneces was nigh. Oppress'd by shame, Injurious men! We scorn the thoughts of flight. His downcast visage Menalippus hid [blush. Let Asia bring her numbers ; unconstrain’d, From him, who cheerful thus. “ Thou needst not We will confront them, and for Greece expire.” Thou hear'st thy father and the king command, Thus in the garb of virtue he adorn'd What I suggested, thy departure hence.

Necessity. Laconia's king perceiv'd Train'd by my care, a soldier thou return'st. Through all its fair disguise the traitor's heart. Go, practice my instructions. Oft in fields So, when at first mankind in science rude Of future conflict may thy prowess call

Rever'd the Moon, as bright in native beams, Me to reinembrance. Spare thy words. Farewell.” | Some sage, who walk'd with Nature through her While such contempt of life, such fervid zeal

By Wisdom led, discern'd the various orb, (works, To die with glory animate the Greeks,

Dark in itself, in foreign splendours clad. Far diff'rent thoughts possess Argestes' soul.

Leonidas concludes. “Ye Spartans, hear; Amaze and mingled terrour chill his blood. Hear you, O Grecians, in our lot by choice Cold drops, distill'd from ev'ry pore, bedew Partakers, destin'd to enrol your names His shiv'ring flesh. His bosom pants. His knees In time's eternal record, and enhance Yield to their burden. Ghastly pale his checks,

Your country's lustre: lo! the noontide blaze Pale are his lips and trembling. Such the minds

Inflames the broad horizon. Each retire; Of slaves corrupt; on them the beauteous face

Each in his tent invoke the pow'r of sleep Of virtue turns to horrour. But these words To brace his vigour, to enlarge his strength From Lacedæmon's chief the wretch relieve. For long endurance. When the Sun descends,

“ Return to Xerxes. Tell him, on this rock Let each appear in arms. You, brave allies The Grecians, faithful to their trust, await

Of Corinth, Phlius, and Mycenæ's tow'rs, His chosen myriads Tell bim, thou hast seen,

Arcadians, Locrians, must not yet depart.
How far the lust of empire is below

While we repose, embattled wait. Retreat,
A freebom spirit; that my death, which seals When we our tents abandon. I resign
My country's safety, is indeed a boon

To great Oileus' son supreme commande
His folly gives, a precious boon, which Greece Take my embraces, Æschylus. The fileet
Will by perdition to his throne repay.”

Expects thee. To Themistocles report, He said. The Persian hastens through the pass.

What thou hast seen and heard." _“O thrice fare Once more the stern Diomedon arose.

well!" Wrath overcast his forehead while he spake.

Th’Athenian answer'd. “To yourselves, my friends, “ Yet more must stay and bleed. Detested Your virtues immortality secure, Thebes

Your bright examples victory to Greece.” Ne'er shall receive her traitors back. This spot

Retaining these injunctions, all dispers'di

While in his tent Leonidas remain'd
Shall see their perfidy aton'd by death,
Er'n from that pow's, to which their abject hearts Apart with Agis, whom he thus bespake.
Hare sacrific'd their faith. Nor dare to hope,

“ Yet in our fall the pond'rous hand of Greece Ye vile deserters of the public weal,

Shall Asia feel. This Persian's welcome tale Ye coward slaves, that, mingled in the heaps

Of us, inextricably doom'd her prey, Of gen'rous victims to their country's good,

As by the force of sorcery will wrap
You shall your shame conceal. Whoe'er shall pass All sense, all thought of danger. Brother, know,

Security around her, will suppress
Along this field of glorious slain, and mark
For veneration ev'ry nobler corse;

That soon as Cynthia from the vault of Heav'n His heart, though warm in rapturous applause,

Withdraws her shining lamp, through Asia's host Awhile shall curb the transport to repeat

Shall massacre and desolation rage. His execrations o'er such impious heads,

Yet not to base associates will I trust
On whom that fate, to others yielding fame,

My vast design. Their perfidy might warn
Is infamy and vengeance.” Dreadful thus The unsuspecting foe, our fairest fruits
On the pale Thebans sentence he pronounc'd,

Of glory thus be wither'd. Ere we move,
Like Rhadamanthus from th' infernal seat

While on the solemn sacrifice intent, Of judgment, which inexorably dooms

As Lacedæmon's ancient laws ordain, The guilty dead to ever-during pain;

Our prayers we offer to the tuneful Nine, While Phlegethon his flaming volumes rolls Thou whisper through the willing ranks of Thebus Before their sight, and ruthless furies shake

Siow and in silence to disperse and dy.".

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Now left by Agis, on his couch reclin'd, The Spartan king thus meditates alone.

The day was closing. Agis left his tent. “My fate is now impending. O my soul, He sought his godlike brother. Him he found What more auspicious period couldst thou choose Stretch'd o'er his tranquil couch. His looks retain'd For death than now, when, beating high in joy, The cheerful tincture of his waking thoughts Thou tellist me I am happy? If to live,

To gladden sleep. So smile soft evening skies, Or die, as virtue dictates, be to know

Yet streak'd with ruddy light, when summer's suns The purest bliss; if she her charms displays Have veil'd their beaming foreheads. Transport fillid Still lovely, still unfading, still serene

The eye of Agis. Friendship swell'd his heart. To youth, to age, to death : wbatever be

His yielding knee in veneration bent.
Those other climes of happiness unchang'd, The hero's band he kiss'd, then fervent thus.
Which Heav'n in dark futurity conceals,

“O excellence ineffable, receive
Still here, O Virtue, thou art all our good. This secret homage; and may gentle sleep
Oh! what a black, unspeakable reverse

Yet longer seal thine eyelids, that, unblam'd, Must the unrighteous, must the tyrant prove ? I may fall down before thee.” He concludes What in the struggle of departing day,

In adoration of his friend divine, When life's last glimpse, extinguishing, presents Whose brow the sbades of slumber now forsake. Unknown, inextricable gloom? But how

So, when the rising Sun resumes his state, Can I explain the terrours of a breast,

Some white-rob’d magus on Euphrates side, Where guilt resides? Leonidas, forego

Or Indian seer on Ganges, prostrate falls The horrible conception, and again

Before th' emerging glory, to salute Within thy own felicity retire;

That radiant emblem of th’immortal mind. Bow grateful down to him, who form'd thy mind Uprise both heroes. From their tents in arms Of crimes unfruitful never to admit

Appear the bands elect. The other Greeks The black impression of a guilty thought.

Are filing homeward. Only Medon stops. Else could I fearless by delib'rate choice

Melissa's dictates he forgets awhile. Relinquish life? This calm from minds deprav'd All inattentive to the warning voice Is ever absent. Oft in them the force

Of Melibæus, earnest he surveys Of some prevailing passion for a time

Leonidas. Such constancy of zeal Suppresses fear. Precipitate they lose

Io good Oileus' offspring brings the sire The sense of danger; when dominion, wealth, To full remembrance in that solemn hour, Or purple pomp enchant the dazzled sight, And draws these cordial accents from the king. Pursuing still the joys of life alone.

Approach me, Locrian. In thy look I trace “ But he, who calmly seeks a certain death, Consummate faith and love. But, vers'd in arms, When duty only, and the general good

Against thy gen’ral's orders wouldst thou stay? Direct his courage, must a soul possess,

Go, prove to kind Oileus, that my heart Which, all content deducing from itself,

Of him was mindful, when the gates of death Can by unerring virtue's constant light

I barr'd against his son. Yon gallant Greeks, Discern, when death is worthy of his choice. To thy commanding care from mine transferr'd,

“ The man, thus great and happy, in the scope Remove from certain slaughter. Last repair Of his large mind is stretch'd beyond his date. To Lacedæmon. Thither lead thy sire. Ev'n on this shore of being he in thought,

Say to her senate, to her people tell, Supremely bless'd, anticipates the good,

Here didst thou leave their countrymen and king Which late posterity from him derives."

On death resolv'd, obedient to the laws." At length the hero's meditations close.

The Locrian chief, restraining tears, replies. The swelling transport of his heart subsides “My sire, left slumb'ring in the island-fane, In soft oblivion ; and the silken plumes

Awoke no more."-" Then joyful I shall meet Of sleep envelop his extended limbs.

Him soon,” the king made answer. “Let thy worth
Supply thy father's. Virtue bids me die,
Thee live. Farewell.” Now Medon's grief, o'eraw'd

By wisdom, leaves his long-suspended mind
LEONIDAS.

To firm decision. He departs, prepard
BOOK XI.

For all the duties of a man, by deeds
To prove himself the friend of Sparta's king,
Melissa's brother, and Oileus' son.

The gen’rous victims of the public weal,
THE ARGUMENT.

Assembled now, Leonidas salutes,
Leonidas, rising before sunset, dismisses the forces His pregnant soul disburd'ning. “O thrice hail

under the command of Medon ; but observing Surround me, Grecians; to my words attend. a reluctance in him to depart, reminds him of this evening's sleep no longer press'd my brows, his duty, and gives him an affectionate farewell. Than o'er my head the empyreal form He then relates to his own select band a dream, Of heav'n-enthron'd Alcides was display'd. which is interpreted by Megistias, arms himself, I saw his magnitude divine. His voice and marches in procession with his whole troop I heard, his solemn mandate to arise. to an altar, newly raised on a neighbouring ( rose. He bade me follow. I obey'd. meadow; there offers a sacrifice to the Muses: A mountain's summit, cleard from mist, or cloud, be invokes the assistance of those goddesses; he We reach'd in silence. Suddenly the howl animates his companions; then, placing him. Of wolves and dogs, the vulture's piereing shriek, self at their head, leads them against the enemy The yell of ev'ry beast and bird of prey is the dead of the night.

Discordant grated on my ear.

I turn'd.

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